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	'<{title}>' => 'Bad dreams',
	'takedown' => '2017-11-01',
	'<{body}>' => <<<END
<img src="/img/CC_BY-SA_4.0/y.st./weblog/2019/02/13.jpg" alt="Trains down the track on an overcast day" class="framed-centred-image" width="649" height="480"/>
<section id="dreams">
	<h2>Dream journal</h2>
	<p>
		I dreamed my mother had invited a few people to store things in my home without my permission.
		She figured that because she had permission to store things here, she could extend that permission to others.
		And to make matters worse, she extended permission to one of the shift leaders at my workplace to actually move in with me!
		I wasn&apos;t going to have any of that.
		Before they admitted they were trying to move in, they started mentioning the cat they were going to bring to my place.
		I told there they weren&apos;t bringing a cat in here.
		They thought I wasn&apos;t going to be able to stop them, despite this being my home, so I claimed my lease didn&apos;t allow pets.
		I&apos;m honestly not sure if it does or not, but that&apos;s an excuse I&apos;ve used in the past.
		I think my mother previously wanted to leave her cat here to make moving easier, or maybe she just recommended I get a cat, even though I expressed no interest in having pets.
		I don&apos;t recall which.
		In any case, I don&apos;t want non-human animals in here.
		Next, it came out that they thought they were moving in, so I told them that wasn&apos;t happening.
		They insisted, so I told them that because I&apos;m paying the rent here, I get to choose who I allow in my home, and if anyone at all.
		They started trying to bribe me a bit, saying they&apos;d leave me with the greasy foods they had but had no desire to eat.
		I&apos;ve been avoiding greasy foods for several months, so that wasn&apos;t something I was interested in.
		Instead, I used that as a segue to show how inconvenient having them in my home would be.
		I went off on them about how I already check the labels on everything before I buy it, and I enjoy not having to check labels in my own home.
		I know everything in my kitchen is safe.
		If they move in, they&apos;ll bring their own foods, and there&apos;ll be animal products all throughout my kitchen.
		I don&apos;t care if they want to eat those within their own home, but I deserve not to have to deal with that in my own.
		At that point, they started making fun of my nail polish and drag me out of the kitchen where we were, out to the living room, where several other people were.
		These were the people storing things in my home, including my mother.
		I was very busy though (I forget doing what), and wouldn&apos;t leave the kitchen.
		I certainly didn&apos;t mind showing off my nails, but had no incentive to drop what I was doing for someone who only wanted to show them off as a part of how they were making fun of me.
	</p>
	<p>
		It&apos;s worth noting that for some reason, my apartment took the form of the house on H Street I lived in as a child.
		My mother&apos;s stuff she was storing with me was in the kitchen, as was the stuff of other people whom she&apos;d invited to store stuff there.
		Perhaps why the stuff was stored in the kitchen in my dream is because when we lived in that house, my mother used a large section of the kitchen just to store junk.
		In fact, I can only remember three places in that house in which junk was kept: the kitchen, and an unoccupied bedroom we children weren&apos;t allowed to enter, and the bedroom my father slept in - that again, we weren&apos;t allowed to enter.
		If I recall, the room my father slept in was mostly taken up by my mother&apos;s shipping supplies that she used for online auctions.
		She didn&apos;t allow him to sleep in the master bedroom with her, but instead made him sleep with her junk.
		Anyway, with the huge amount of space in my home, given this configuration, there would actually be space to have a room mate.
		Or four.
		That doesn&apos;t mean I had any interest in having room mates though.
		I&apos;m covering the rent just fine here without help, so I&apos;m not desperate or anything, and I enjoy living alone.
		I wouldn&apos;t mind living with a partner, but I don&apos;t want to open my home to people I&apos;m not close to.
		I don&apos;t even want my mother here, to be honest, it&apos;s just that she&apos;s so desperate herself and I feel bad.
		Of course, I&apos;d feel differently about it if she&apos;d at least learn to see me for what&apos;s inside, not what&apos;s in my pants.
		It hurts that she cares more about a useless, dangly bit of flesh than she cares about who I am as a person, y&apos;know?
	</p>
</section>
<section id="drudgery">
	<h2>Drudgery</h2>
	<p>
		My discussion post for the day:
	</p>
	<blockquote>
		<p>
			I like the way you phrased that.
			Spreading the responsibility across several machines is a great way to reduce the burden that&apos;d otherwise be placed upon a single machine.
			Part of this burden is the obvious burden of storing all the data at once.
			It&apos;s more than just that though.
			Another part of that burden is reliability.
			If any given piece of data is only present on one machine, if that machine goes down, the data can be lost entirely.
			Hadoop not only splits the data up in size, but also duplicates it so backup copies are available.
		</p>
		<p>
			I&apos;ve always been one to keep a backup of my important data.
			I used to keep one copy on my laptop&apos;s hard drive and another copy on my home server&apos;s hard drive.
			(I&apos;ve since had to take my server down, so I instead just use an external hard drive for the main backup.)
			One time, I updated the copy on the server, then wiped my laptop&apos;s hard drive to install a new version of the operating system.
			(I tend to do a full wipe and start with a clean system, rather than do a messy in-place upgrade.)
			I put off copying the data back to my laptop for a few days, and during that time, my server&apos;s hard drive completely died on me.
			While I normally had two copies of the data, the one time I didn&apos;t, I lost that data.
			These days, I&apos;ve learned, and I make sure to back up the important stuff at a third location before wiping the drive.
			I lost everything back then though.
			I lost my journal, I lost tonnes of graphics I&apos;d drawn, and I lost my passwords to every site I&apos;d ever had an account at.
			By losing my passwords, I not only lost the common accounts such as my email account, but also my domain-registration accounts, so I lost every domain name I owned.
			It was quite a blow; I lost my entire digital life.
			This sort of situation is exactly why redundancy is so important.
			If a hard drive fails within a Hadoop cluster, the data can be recovered form the drive of another machine in the cluster.
		</p>
	</blockquote>
</section>
<section id="religion">
	<h2>Religion</h2>
	<p>
		In today&apos;s section, a virgin is to conceive a child.
		This child is Immanuel though, not Jesus.
		Unless Immanuel is another name for Jesus.
		Who even knows, at this point.
		I&apos;m almost certain this&apos;ll be cleared up as being Jesus later on.
		It&apos;s worth noting though that claiming virginity isn&apos;t the same as actually being a virgin.
		So this could seem to come to pass without actually coming to pass.
		Also, they say that the child shall be fed butter and honey, because that&apos;ll cause the child to turn away from evil and turn toward good.
		If things were that easy, wouldn&apos;t all parents feed their children butter and honey?
		Seriously.
		Ignoring the poor dietary choice this is, those foods aren&apos;t going to make you a righteous person.
	</p>
	<p>
		Also of note, the fact that I&apos;m using the phrase &quot;come to pass&quot; might mean I&apos;ve been reading a bit too much of this book.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="vasectomy">
	<h2>Medical waste</h2>
	<p>
		When I asked to take a photograph of what&apos;d been removed form my body during the vasectomy, I was asked if I outright wanted to take the tube segments home with me.
		Um ... no ... not really.
		I wasn&apos;t sure why I&apos;d want those.
		As long as they stayed out of my scrotum, that&apos;s all I care about.
		I told the surgeon I&apos;d assumed the things would have to be disposed of as medical waste.
		That I wouldn&apos;t even be allowed to take them home.
		They didn&apos;t have a problem with me taking them though, and even offered to put them in a jar with some formaldehyde for me.
		I wasn&apos;t interested though, and they just threw them in the trash.
		It seemed odd to me at the time that they didn&apos;t need to be disposed of in some more-secure manner, but it&apos;s not like I have any diseases, so what do I care if they don&apos;t get disposed of securely?
		Even if I&apos;d wanted them, I later learned that formaldehyde is a carcinogen.
		Keeping that in my home would be a bad idea.
	</p>
	<p>
		Today, while I was finishing up my site update for the week, it occurred to me where that mentality&apos;s come from.
		Until now, the only surgeries I&apos;d had were the pulling of my infected teeth and the removal of that corn not too long ago.
		I had to lay face-down for the corn removal, and didn&apos;t even see what happened to the corn.
		It was so small too, that I didn&apos;t even consider asking to photograph it for my journal.
		It also got dug out bit by bit, so it probably wasn&apos;t even a distinguishable mass that could be taken home.
		That leaves the teeth.
		I was specifically forbidden from taking the teeth home.
		They were medical waste and had to be disposed of properly.
		I didn&apos;t think much of it at the time, because what would I even do with rotten teeth if I did take them home?
		But there was a reason they had to be disposed of: they were infected.
		They&apos;d had to be removed specifically <strong>*because*</strong> they were infected.
		That, I guess, made them technically dangerous, though I&apos;m unclear on how they could infect someone else.
		Also, you could kill the infection with formaldehyde.
		In that respect, there&apos;s no difference.
		But there&apos;s liability.
		They can&apos;t send me home with something they know to be infected.
		There&apos;s no reason to think my vas deferens tube segments are infected though.
		So no liability.
	</p>
</section>
END
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